"...What Are They Worth To You? Are They Worth More Dead Than Alive?" She Asked.

“There is the Medical Mission, the Aurora Lark III…. They provide medical care no matter what caste patients are.” Stelle showed Edgar the ship from a book, “They have also provided the tools for infrastructure.”

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

Spectacular Antique Diamond Necklace Which Has Three Detachable Star Brooches/Pendants

Stelle listened, and then gestured the Duke to follow. "All right... Lone Moon's palace will change in its paths, depending on the paths you take. I can help you interpret what is seen, Your Excellency"

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

the current thing trad losers are losing their minds over is one singular dude on reddit that refurbished and hand painted a grandfather clock and they keep saying the guy “ruined its value” or “threw thousands out the window by vandalizing a precious heirloom” and let me just say as someone densely familiar with the world of antiques, there’s a 99% chance that this clock was a mass produced reproduction and there’s a 100% chance that clock is not as valuable as ppl think it is. when people hear the word ‘grandfather clock’ they’re always gonna assume you’re talking about something that was handmade in a woodshop by a jolly old man when rlly repros take up a waaay bigger slice of the market far more than any handcrafted items. and besides people will repaint or redecorate these ‘oh so sacred handcrafted items’ every day there’s a huge market for them. it’s the same reason why people like long furbies or dolls that have been customized to have like gore mouths or something. this is literally like watching a bunch of pretentious farts make a mountain out of a molehill. also the clock is kinda cool if I’m being honest

Acer rumbled an affirmative.

Stelle smiled, but noticed things becoming hazy. "Oh... Oh, you are waking up? I guess we will meet again, sometime."

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

(picrew here)

Your name is Palmia Nasrin, and you spent your 8 Sweeps of life in the Wilderwood.

You enjoy exploring, foraging with Rennoh, and chasing off Poachers.

The Wilderwood of Harmonus is home to all kinds of beasts and monsters.  You are quite at home with them, as you had been with the Golden Hind since you were a Pupate.  Something about a fawn unjustly killed so the village leadership threw you to the rampaging doe.  Whatever.  Doe Mother loves you, and her herd is your family.

Your Orange blood isn’t at all indicative of your nature.  You are tall, bold, and are not afraid of anyone who comes into your territory.  If it’s Rennoh, though, well, you know where the good forage is.  You trust the light of your Lantern to guide the way.

What’s a Trolltag?  Sounds gross.

Your name is Stelle LaLune and you are nearing 8.5 Sweeps of age.

Your interests include ancient trees, wandering the Moon Palaces, and Pierrot.

You have lived on the Lone Moon since you were a grub, nurtured by an Exiled Imperial Drone, Acer.  You like Acer, but he also mentions you have an adoptive older brother somewhere, beyond the Lone Moon.  You know you are here because it is safest, but also lonely.  You have learned to craft prophetic dreams to warn of future events.  Your main concern is for a certain Tree that Holds All.

You are supposedly a Blood Color that was extinct, but brought back to life.

Your Trolltag is AcaciaTapestry and you tend to bold for emphasis.  You use a lot of dream symbolism as well.  Kind of annoying.

Harmonus is a multi-universe hub. It serves as a reservoir for knowledge and people that would otherwise be gone forever." Stelle continued, "The Alternia you know of is one of very few in regular contact with Harmonus. However... ...I heard Tourists can be awful."

(lone-moon-pierrot) The stars were lovely on Lone Moon, the sky a midnight rainbow of galaxies. Stelle had something for Soldan to see. "Friend, hello."

"Stelle! Good to ssee you again!" a smile, cheerful as it usually was. Soldan walked and stood beside her, an inqusitive head tilt to one side. "I do apologize for being busy, It'ss getting a bit chilly where I live. Sstocking up and whatnot, tiring work!"

@lone-moon-pierrot